The Tree
Dancing in a grove of trees
South of Mandalay
Grooving to a southern breeze
In a happy way
Suddenly a mango tree
Strange as it may seem
Opened wide and spoke to me
Just like in a dream
Hey there Mister Mango Tree
Are you really true?
Tell me how you came to be
Almost human too.
"Ricky Lee, Ricky Lee
Sometime long ago
I was young and happily
Running to and fro
Then I tasted mango fruit
Strange as it may be
I became a mango root
For a mango tree
Ricky, you’re a worker bee
Living by your wings
Labor is your destiny
For the good it brings
Dancing is a great reprieve
From your drudgery
Living life as you believe
Is your dignity
Mango tree, mango tree
Can I be like you
If I trade my misery
For a sky of blue?
Ricky, Ricky hear my plea
I was busy too
All the world was needing me
For the work I do
Living as a mango tree
Has a saving grace
Though I wish that I could be
Running in your place
When I see that you enjoy
Things I used to do
Ricky, Ricky, be the boy
Growing up in you.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2022
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